Novel & Cerita Ruthless Redemption Novel Amelia

My heart pounded at the cold and darkness of his eyes. I let go and backed away. The piece of glass that is now tainted with blood fell on the floor. "Look what you've done, Audrey! You're so slutty! You're just like your mommy-" "Shut up!" I spat angrily and turned to Rustov. "And you? Why did you interrupt? It's not my fault why you got hurt! That's your fault for taking that stupid girl's side! Why are you defending her? Your friend? Girlfriend? Because, you're both trash!"

Amelia didn't want to turn back, but if she pretended not to hear, Jenny might whisper something in Alex's ear again and Alex would come after her again. She turned her head and looked at the two men coldly. Alex froze for a moment. Amelia was bright and beautiful with exquisite makeup. She always used to wear straight hair, or long hair pulled back in the head, but today her long hair permed into wavy curls, with exquisite features and a lustrous red dress. She looks like a genie in the dark as sexy and seductive.

“I’m sorry you have to experience this, Mel. I wish you didn’t come here with us.” “I am here to retrieve the pearl just as I promised Lady Holly and to break the spell that Misha did to Alpha Evander. All I need is to convince her that she doesn’t have to bow down to the Ambroses and for her to come with us. I believe, just like what Alpha Randalf did to me, they also scare Misha to kill her and everyone she loves if ever she won’t do whatever Irina and her father says.” “F*ck. I will do anything to have a glass of water now.” Alec grumbled and kicked the small rock away from him.

She fought to escape his grip, but there was no one around to help her. In a moment of distraction, she took her chance and kicked him hard, then fled down a corner. He groaned in pain and chased after her. She cried, terrified that she was going to be raped or worse. She ran with all her strength, but unfortunately, she hit a dead end. He caught up to her. “You’re a stubborn girl. I just want to play,” he giggled maniacally. Isabella grabbed an iron rod from the corner. “Don’t come any closer. I am Isabella Redington, the wife of Prince Karl. You won’t get away with this,” she warned, trying to sound brave.

Because if it didn't, if he never learned what she'd discovered, what Lars had confessed, what she was planning, then all of this, all the pretending and manipulation and staying in this nightmare, would be for nothing. She touched the ring on her finger. Twisted it so the diamond faced inward again. Her small rebellion. Her reminder that no matter what Lars believed, she would never be his. The letter was out there now. Moving toward freedom. Toward Carlos. Toward hope. All she had to do was survive long enough for it to matter. Amelia returned to her room and continued playing the role Lars needed her to play. The devoted, confused, slowly warming mate. But inside, she was planning a war.

Amelia, seventeen year old, She has been continuously abused, constantly raped by Raphael Fernandez since she was twelve, I was brought to tears by her story, it is so… inhumane what happened to her… how could I have been so dumb to have fallen in love with such an abuser? I cannot look at him the same, in fact I never want to see him again, I hope Raphael Fernandez gets the punishment he deserves. I looked at the flash drive again, this can get Amelia the justice she deserves, this can bring Raphael the punishment he deserves. I hand this flash drive over to Amelia, we have been plotting her escape for sometime now, me, her and one of Raphael most trusted employee. This employee has been on

A scowl forms on my face as I stare down at the book, afraid that this piece of clue might turn out useless and it’s the only lead that we have. “Open it! Let’s see if it’s worthless!” My tone came out slightly demanding, this book could hold information on how to get my mate in my arms again. The emotion is raging, and it’s a challenge to control it. She glares at me briefly before proceeding. “Other than a book, this seems more like a journal. Hand notes were added by my predecessors. Look, the first part is about the prophecy.” “‘The son of a werewolf alpha and a human woman, cursed by a witch will rule the magic world. He can either rule the world to peace or to its destruction.’ That do

“Now I don’t know what any of it means.” Amelia took his hands. “It means you’re a good man. Because you didn’t need to be guilty to choose change. You chose it anyway. That’s more powerful than any guilt-driven redemption.” “I don’t feel powerful. I feel like an idiot. Like I’ve been played.” “We both were. Olivia manipulated all of us.” “What did she say? When you confronted her?” Amelia told him. About the park. About Olivia’s justifications. About the choice she’d offered.

I found myself closing my eyes as I felt defeated by the water after countless struggles to break free. Closing my eyes, the image of those that I killed blurred my vision. Hunting me as they welcome me into their world, I was being pulled by them voluntarily when suddenly the image of Amelia flashes through my face. She was smiling tenderly, she looked so innocent as her hair half covered her face, still, she was beautiful. She stretched out her right hand and got hold of my hands. She smiled at those ghosts before forcing their holds off me and dragging me out of their damn world.

“But I suggest you take a look inside that file first. And who really diverted the funds.” Damien stayed completely still. Katherina gripped the armrest tighter, her face calm but hard to read. Amelia smiled slow, cold smile. “Don’t worry,”. “Don’t worry. I’m not here to cry innocence or beg or plead.” She leaned forward, voice like a blade. “I’m here to make sure when the truth lands… it lands hard enough to ruin the right people.” She let her words sink into the room, quiet and heavy, like dust settling into the cracks of old marble.